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"Oh, dear Mr. Lindebyer, don't stare at me with such an expression, I am not mad, I am not sick, and I am not under any witchcraft."

Grace guessed exactly what was going on in Lindebyer's mind, and then pulled out another document from his desk, which was indeed omnipotent, and gently pushed it to Lindebyer's side: "Dear editor-in-chief, the conversation you hear is not from madness, much less from witchcraft, but from the most reliable self-confidence. After spending hundreds of dollars in overtime on the group's salary for several nights in a row, Mr. Supervisor of the Marketing Department finally handed in a report that claimed to be exhausting, claiming that his team had fully proved that from all aspects, excluding hidden benefits such as brand, scale, influence, etc., and only the direct income from magazine sales and advertising, His Excellency 'Archon' could generate at least 130 stars and stripes per word for "Supernatural Legends". ”

"Hell, dear Mr. Grace/Akhays, you surprised me so much that you would believe such a report?"

Lindbyer's eyes didn't turn to the direction of the document at all, and besides, I don't know if it was deliberate, when the editor-in-chief spread his hands, he also caused the document that had just slipped to fly into the discarded pile of paper.

"I don't believe it."

Grace/Ackhays shook her head slowly, ignoring a document that had suddenly left the desk, because, when the gentleman bent down and straightened up slightly, three pages of paper of similar text, format, and color suddenly appeared in the palm of his left hand: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, you are right, emotionally speaking, I really don't want to trust the report of the marketing director who wasted his salary and ink. ”

However, the reality is that people can't live their lives according to their own hearts. If you look at it, in less than a week, Mr. in charge of the sales department, Mr. in charge of the research department, Mr. Subjective in the planning department, and even Mr. in charge of the logistics department have put forward the same opinion. Dear Mr. Lindbyer, have mercy on me, I have already told you that the old man opposite you is only a professional manager, and does not have the guts to oppose all the supervisors. ”

"God, is this your will? Such difficulties can bring anyone to their knees. ”

Lindbyer muttered silently, and at the same time sat back in the soft chair, as if his legs could no longer bear such a heavy burden: "Well, dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, if you like forty dollars, you can make forty dollars, and if you like fifty dollars, you can make fifty dollars." In any case, even the more amazing reward may not be able to accomplish such a difficult task. You know, when we offered ten, fifteen, twenty dollars, some damn rat didn't even make the slightest sound in response. ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, perhaps you have not thought of a very serious problem."

"Speak, please."

"If it's you, mind you, I say 'if'. If a magazine asks you the same thing, i.e., you only need to spend about half a cup of coffee and casually write a few garbled sentences, and you will immediately get a large sum of money that is enough to live comfortably for at least two months. Something like this, would you like to? ”

"Dear Mr. Grace, of course I do, and anyone will, this kind of treatment is simply a blessing that can only be enjoyed in heaven. Unfortunately, however, we are not angels enjoying happiness, but we are terrified to create heaven that the other person may not be happy with. ”

"Who knows? However, dear Mr. Lindbyer, that's not what I want to say. ”

"Go on, please forgive me for going off-topic."

"I mean, since you and I have agreed that no one will refuse such happiness, why hasn't Your Excellency the Ruler even reacted to your bait?"

"It's very simple, Your Excellency the 'Consul' is a very serious patient, and this gentleman is suffering from a very serious disease from the neck onwards, and he may turn into a ripe watermelon at any time." Lindbyer said this in a cold, even chilling, way.

"What if this gentleman happens to be healthy?"

Grace shook her head slowly, ignoring Lindebyer's obviously agitated words: "I mean, when the bastards on the board decide to give the 'Archon' a favor of up to fifty dollars, at least make sure that Your Excellency the 'Archon' can feel the kindness unmistakably. ”

"Perhaps you could be more specific, dear Mr. Grace."

"It's also very simple." Grace waved his hand: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, I am curious what methods you used when you presented ten, fifteen, and twenty dollars to His Excellency the 'Consul'?" ”

"How?"

Lindebyer's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, his hands raised, and he also showed surprise: "Dear Mr. Grace, you should know, or rather, any manager of the entire Castle Publishing Group, that there is only one way to contact the 'Archon' from beginning to end. ”

"Is that the e-mail address that this gentleman used to submit his manuscript?"

"Yes, there is no doubt about that! And you also know very well that when this damn rat is willing to steal some food from us, no matter how we ask, how we negotiate, how we negotiate, and even how much we plead, the only answer this mouse can answer is: I'm sorry, I'm not used to having my information widely known. ”

"So you gave up?"

"Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, any staff member would like to trust your impartiality, and so do I. In addition, if I remember correctly, except for the first month, in the days that followed, it seems that the editorial office of Supernatural Legends was no longer the editorial office of Supernatural Legends, but the public relations department personally designated by the board of directors, whether it was proposed to, consulted with, negotiated with, or pleaded with the Archon! ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, no one said it was your fault, and no one thought you did a bad job, but ......"

"It's just that the incompetence of the PR department should be the responsibility of the editor-in-chief of science fiction magazines?

"Okay, okay, I'm in charge, and I should be in charge of them."

Grace raised her hands, indicating that she had no desire to debate this, and remained in this position for about half a minute, and only when she was completely sure that the editor-in-chief on the other side had finally regained his composure, Grace opened her mouth again:

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, as I said, you have really done nothing wrong, and this is not a personal compliment on the part of Mr. Grace, but the unanimous opinion of the entire board. However, you have to know that even if it is the same thing, a gentleman sitting in the office of the editor-in-chief of Supernatural Legends and a gentleman sitting in the office of the president of the castle publishing group will always have all kinds of different opinions for various reasons. ”

"Go ahead and tell us what you think. Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, I have opened my eyes wide, pricked up my ears, and made all the preparations for a blow from any direction. ”

"This is not a blow, dear Mr. Lindebyer, I just wanted to talk about the contact details of Mr. 'Archon'."

"You must tell me, what did you gain when I was no longer directly responsible for this gentleman's contacts?"

"Same harvest as you." Grace spread her hands out and looked helpless: "Dear Mr. Lindbyer, as is any PR department of any company, the incompetence of the PR department of the Castle Group is equally well known. ”

"But I remember very well that you said you had a different opinion."

"Yes, some gentlemen on the Board of Directors feel, and I am equally curious, is there something wrong with Mr. 'Consul''s e-mail as the only point of contact?"

"That's a big question!" The obvious irony on Lindebyer's face was a sign that the gentleman's next words would not be in the category of pleasant listening.

"But, dear Mr. Grace, if it were for me, I would tell you very clearly: there is no easier problem to solve! With just a touch of the keyboard and a mouse, I was able to write the most touching email in the most formal format and in the most earnest words. At the same time, at no cost, in just two or three seconds, we can use it to send our most sincere greetings to our loveliest Mr. 'Archon', and ask by the way: Dear Mr. 'Archon', I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss it very much, may I ask if you have forgotten the password in your e-mail address, or cannot access it for other reasons? Looking forward to your answers, kissing you a thousand times, thinking about your Supernatural Legends"

"Your suggestion is a few days late."

Grace smiled wryly, sarcastically: "Dear Mr. Lindbair, apart from some inconsequential wording and inscriptions, our most lovable PR department made a similar effort five days ago. ”

"Oh, oh my! Why don't these brightest geniuses just dive into the network cable and pull the damn 'consuls' out of the other with all their might? (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )